the stars in my sky/viktuuri

stars

after that little bit i'd thought that i should give you guys some cute fluff k
should i start writing for my other yoi ships?

*Yuuri

by the way, sorry i write so much in yuuris pov, i love him too much and writing for viktor is really hard to create a mind for

au where viktor is back in japan and yuuri is missing him ig

I looked across the empty room to the window, out at the balcony. Taking a big comforter and wrapping it around my shoulders, I strolled outside into the cold night. Stars dotted the sky, dancing for me. I looked to my right, and two balconies down, saw a girl standing outside as well, looking up. I couldn't see her very well in the dark, but I could see the glint of the stars in her pupils from where I stood. I wonder if that girl was happy. What was she thinking right then? Maybe she was thinking about the way the night sky wasn't as dark as it looked in pictures and paintings. Maybe she was missing someone, too. Maybe that girl was waiting for them to arrive back to their hotel room after a long day of work, or maybe she was alone; like me.

A text signaled me out of my thoughts. I looked down at my hand and saw the bright screen of my phone shining back on to me. Before I read the notification, I turned my head quickly to look at the girl. She was looking at me now; the single unnatural sound must've startled her in the night. Maybe she didn't know she wasn't alone. Maybe she did.

The text said,

"Skype?"

"I'll call you. Please hold on." I responded hastily.

"Sure thing, Yuuuuuuuri!" I smiled, and put my phone back at my side. My cheeks were tinted red.

I looked over; two balconies down stood the girl, now looking at me. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "The stars look nice tonight!"

I grinned back at her and nodded, "Yeah. They do," I yelled back, and I heard her laugh grimly through the wind that muffled her voice. I raised a single hand up to her before I stalked inside, thinking about how other people think alike and the stars.

"Yuuri!" Viktor's pixilated image greeted me, lighting up the dark room.

"Hi, Viktor! How's home?" I smiled back lightly, my eyes half-lidded and tired.

"It's not home if you're not here," he sighed, "I know it must be so late over there, love, I'm sorry." My cheeks fled with dark red at the nickname. He noticed and laughed loudly.

"I-it's fine. It's just a bit colder here, I guess," I shrugged. What I wanted to say was, "I miss you so much," but I couldn't find it in me to say.

"I miss you, too, Yuuri," Viktor smiled at me.

"I guess-" I said, looking at the ceiling as if there were stars above my head, "as long as I keep seeing the stars I see in your eyes, scattered across the sky, then I think it'll be just alright." I managed to finish the sentence without an embarrassed stutter, but my hands were shaking slightly.

"Oh, Yuuri," Viktor smiled, and I could see the pink tint across his cheeks and nose. "You're embarrassing me!" He laughed, and I let out a giggle, too. That was pretty cheesy, I guess.

"I'm gonna kiss you real good when you come back- kiss the stars right out of you!" I laughed, high on sleep deprivation.

"Stop! Stop!" Viktor laughed from thousands of miles away. His face froze every now and then, but he was still with me. I could see his smile- small, small blocks of color- thousands of them. It was like a painting- he was a painting.

I laughed, too.

"The stars here are looking good tonight, too, ya know," Viktor said when I didn't respond. I could see him looking to his left- maybe he was looking out a window. Maybe not.

"I saw a girl tonight," I said. "She was looking out at the stars, too. Real pretty. I think she was missing someone, too. I think they were looking at the same stars as that girl, looking up. I wonder if they miss her, Viktor, like I miss you." I looked over to the screen.

"Yuuri?" His image was distorted and shaking. "Yuuri, I can't hear what you're saying." I repeated his name, but there was only silence on a frozen screen. "Yuuri, I don't know if you're still there, but if you are, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Get some rest! I love you!"

The screen went black. A disappointed smile turned my lips upwards. "Okay, I love you too," I whispered to myself. I looked out the window and smiled at the stars. I wonder if Viktor was looking at them right now, in a different world. I slept.

A knock on my bedroom door awoke me abruptly. It was 2 p.m. and I had slept through the afternoon. Yawning, I called out a small "coming!" and stood up. My hair was tousled back and I couldn't find my glasses. I walked to the door, and without bothering to put on a shirt, swung the door open. Without a moments hesitation, I was engulfed into warm arms. It smelled like airport terminals and coffee mixed with a hint of cinnamon- Viktor's cinnamon.

I looked up and, with silver hair falling in my eyes, cheered, "Viktor!"

"Yuuri!" He cried back.

"Why're you here? How'd an international flight get here so fast?" My words came out a jumbled mess of stuttering and smiling.

"I looked at the stars and then I got on a plane, Yuuri," he said, and that was that. He kissed me, hard.

"And I kissed the stars right out of you," he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck. My cheeks reddened by my drunken quotes- last night seemed so long ago.

"Oh, stop it," I giggled, followed by a stifled moan as he shut the door behind him, and pushed me on to the bed.

I hope that girl found her stars, too.